May flew by!

I wasnt too sure about this blogging thing. But life has been pretty busy lately.. Im very far from my closest friends... and I think this might help me get a little energy out in a different way than I am used to :)

First things first:
I started grad school at Cabrini this week. Monday was my 1st day. I am going part time, Monday and Wednesday for the first semester and the same for the 2nd semester.
So far, so good! The professor is pretty nice and the class seems pretty interesting. I am just very ready to get into a different line of work. The DA's office isn't a "HARD" job but it is filled with hours of bullshit and defendents that dont care about anything or anyone... this city is slowly going down the drain and I get the pleasure of watching those at fault each and every night in front of me. Its not so much a pleasure as it is a pretty scary reality.

Another scary reality is that in 10 days it will have been 1 year since Nick and I were jumped. Im not too sure how Im going to be able to handle that day.. or the days leading up to it. I haven't dealt with it all that well in this entire YEAR.. so im not sure if I'll ever really get over it. There are so many nights that I have the most vivid dreams- second for second replays of what happened. One minute we are driving. We're at the light. Nick is sleeping. I wake him up to tell him to look up ahead.. there are about 50 kids running down broad street. It didnt really register what exactly was going on but they are running everywhere.. in the street, on the side walk , hitting cars, kicking cars.. i have some surround my car banging on the class screaming at us and keep going... i open my car to get out (which this is the very moment I will regret for the rest of my life. the dumbest moment to date.) and scream back at them. I turn around to get back in my car and I feel my hair being pulled and next thing I know im being drug across broad street. i feel punches, kicks, i cant breathe, i cant move, im trying to cover my face but i just feel hit after hit. Im screaming for nick i hear him yelling for me and i look up and he is on the ground being kicked by 6 of them. all 4 doors in my jeep are open and my stuff is all over the street. nick is screaming he is spitting blood and thats when i realize he is covered in blood all over his face, his clothes, im not covered in his blood, the police come and from there is is a blur. I feel like every time I sit there and try to remember that night I remember different things, and more about it. I try not to but it is something that has changed everything about me...
The news later called them "flash mobs".
I guess I could really talk abuot this for hours, but it wont change anything. There have been 6 incidents since us... it is just another part of Philadelphia now... which is ashame. No one was caught, I never recovered my purse, jewelry, phone, or my life really since then...